“But, I think I'll just let her go...I don't want to risk waking her up” “Fair enough” Liaena said completely flatly as she finally jammed the replacement vial into the dart gun and clicked the barrel into place once more. Rithrynn was still studying the sleeping Naliyah as she levelled the weapon at the Night Elfs back, mumbling a fleeting comment under her breath. “Mebbe should just get her out to feed her a rage potion....she's not doing nearly enough to calm Nali so far as I'm concerned...” “.....” “....Or mebbe she just likes more than one. I could bring Ani up...” [i]“Shoot her! Just shoot her! She lied, she met Sherpa, she's under some sort of spell, some poison, she's dangerous!”[/i] But she seemed [i]so[/i][b] normal[/b]. Everything she said and did screamed of Rithrynn, from the awkwardness around Naliyah to her inability to lie for shit. Liaena hesitated, certain lurking dark parts of her mind screaming at her to attack from surprise, while other cowardly parts desperately wanting Rithrynn to suddenly turn around and explain away everything before giving her a hug.[i] “But she's my friend”[/i] “Soooo anyway, Li, what was it you wanted to show....me?” The elf unexpectedly and very suddenly sliding off the bed to turn around and rear up, Liaena backed off a step, eyes widening, to again level the dart gun at her chest. Rithrynn looked down at the little girl, initial confusion showing in her eyes. And did not attack. “...Li?” “.......” “I-I....I don't understand” Liaena said weakly, after a long pause. In a very cowardly sort of way, she was glad that the choice had been taken away from her, even as her plan lay in tatters around her. “What's going on, Rithy?” ------------ Striding down the corridor in Rosemarys mansion and propelling an unwilling extra between them, it was quiet save for the girls rapid breathing and occasional muttered exchanges between the two men. “Give her to group diamond, they can take it from there...” “We should search her first though” “Get the cuffs.” Having walked a short distance from the study, the two men paused for a moment. One chevalier forced Kathlins arms behind her back as the other stepped back and started patting down his uniform. Eyes glinted in the high ceiling above them. A quiet rustle of feathers was the only warning as a small owl fluttered down to land on the mans steel helm, before bobbing forward to deliver two smart pecks, one in each eye socket. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHH!” “WHAT IN THE LIGHT!?” The other chevalier screamed as the man holding Kathlin released her to claw blindly at his face, thinking of nothing but attempting to end his torment. Hester cooed as she hopped around on his helm to avoid the wild flailing, occasionally delivering additional bonus pecks to his face and neck. Kathlin stumbled forward as the other man raised his pistol, before driving her elbow as hard as possible into his nose as he attempted to aim at the bird on his partners face. “AHHW!” [b]*BANG*[/b] The quiet crack the chevaliers nose made was drowned in the sound of the pistol going off, the bullet going hopelessly awry and burying itself in a portrait of Lord Alficious himself this time. Kathlin snatched the Lords diary out of the mans hands as he staggered back, before turning to flee down the corridor as if all the hounds of hell were behind her. Which, given the howls and bedlam echoing down the corridor as Hester chirped, soaring away from her victim to follow, they might just as well be.